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^e Philhellenes 




By William KImberly Palmer 



This volume of verse dedicated to 

N. G. VENIOPOULOS NESTOR 
President, of the Massachusetts Greek Ameri- 
can National Union 
To ARISTEDES MEMOS 
President, Pan-Eperotic Society of Springfield, 
Massachusetts 

By the Author 
1921 
A. D. 



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HELLAS. 

Still the story of her Heroes 

Thrill the hearts of all today 

And the splendor of their daring 

Is a legacy alway — 

And her seers and sages ever 

And her women of renown 

Are the world's and ours forever 

As their shrines with wreathes we crown. 

W. K. P 



MARCO BOZARRIS. 

Epirus gave Great Hellas— 

This distinguished son, 
Who fought and dying 

For Greece victory won. 
Stands this brave Hero 

With Leonidas 
Never from Greek memory, 

Shall these martyrs pass. 



w. K. r. 



John J. Danahey, Printer. 
Chicopee, Mass. 



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THE PHILHELLENE8. 



Samuel Gridley Howe 

Was a Champion of Greece, 
Whose memory in that fair land — 

Shall never, never cease. 
And Julia Ward Howe, his spouse, 

Loved in the Old World and the Neir- 
Since her heart like his was noble, 

Unselfish, dauntlesr, true. 
Holmes was a modern Aesop 

Stedraan a Plutarch true, 
Gilder ever a true Philhellene 

And Fitzgreene Halleck too; 
While Lowell loved their literature 

And Holland rhymes them true, 
William of Griswold was their friend 

And their language to him dear. 
Was full of cheer unto Life's end 

And their seers, he did revere. 
Tennyson was a modern Greek 

And Browning oft did seek 

The charm of Grecian song. 
Find we a man or poet 

Who has read Grecian lore. 
And you will find a Soul 

And friend forever more. 
The men who love not Hellas 

In both great Hemispheres, 
Lack vision and lack virtue 

For history her reveres. 



Robert Underwood Johnson, 

And Prank Fiilir from Kansas Plain,, 
They love the lore of Hellas 

The legends that rema-n. 
John Marshall and Daniel Webster 

Foremost in all our land, 
Were champions of freedom. 

And Hellas did understand. 
With Madame Edith, his fair spouse, 

In Hellas, aye renowned, 
Great Woodrow Wilson, Hellas loves 

Versed in her Icre profound. 

By future centuries crowned, 
And William Redfield still admires 

This land of freedom's altar fires. 
And Henry McEiwen of Amsterdam 

Whose heart was big and warm, 
Has studied histories of Greece 

While raged the winter's storm. 
And Clifford, the composer, 

At Taormina still, 
LonVc; on the blue Sicilian sea 

While song birds thrill. 

The Paesantry. 
Before a fireside glowing 

A relative of mine, 
Recalls the Parthenon so grand 

And Hellas so divine. 
And we speak of the Old Time Legends, 

Of the Demi-Gods and men 
Of the heroines and the children 

That the Bards of the past did pen. 



Young Irwin Russell, kind and wise 

A poet of fine fibre he 
Who wrote, and tlien he ceased to be, 

A comrade ht lor Paradise, — 
Was Mary Anderson a Greek? 

She might have been lor aught I know. 
Did ever fairer being grow? 

Look where you w.Il and seek. 
And Nordica wiiose voice could charm 

The mood of melancholy far, 
Unfriendly critics could disarm 

Lovely of face and like a star. 
Great Beecher rapt of soul alway 

Spoke for the Brotherhood of man 
Prom Jericho to far Japan, 

And prophesied a better day. 
As a Philhellene, Fred Douglas wrought 

And Toussaint L' Overture the same, 
While Wordsworth has impearled his fame 

And Dumas Pere and Fils have caught 
A glow from fine old Greek Romance, 

And still the millions do entrance. 
The Indian youth their teachers say, 

Admire the thought of Plato well — 
Who over them hath cast his spell 

At Carlisle Indian school today. 

Col. Pendleton and his nine sons bold, 

O RevouJntionary days — 
And Amos Skeele of Rochester, 

For them Time's fairest bays. 



The May Flower Line 

Forever Mine. 
And Heroes of '76 most bold 

Of such and farmer fo'iK as well, 
And doubt not that from the race 

Of Hellas line — my sire could trace, 
Who loved the Life Hellene 

Their thought — devout — serene. 
Jonathan Edwards had a poet's eye 

And Nature loved as the garb of God, 
And Pere Marquette did the Indian try 

To teach the truth as the wild he trod. 
And Dr. Kane did vainly search 

For Sir John Franklin and his crew,, 
And Fremont, "Pathfinder" did march 

Two thousand miles beneath the blue. 
Ghamplain, Desoto and a Band 

Of Europe's true and bold, 
Faced dangers manifold. 

Bravely they pierced the wilderness, 
And now with Odysseus understand 

Much that here caused them deep distreM 
Frances, born in Illinois, 

And Carolus, the sage, 
Speak in the speech of Hellas 

And prize each golden page. 
Before that pleasant fireside 

Erinna and Sappho fair 
Come floating thro the shadows. 

As we sit musing there. 



The Poet-Queen of Wellesley 

Who wrote our song of peace, 
May length of days and health be theirs 

Their influence increase, 
And unseen, unl^nown workers 

For God, for Love, for Truth. 
Who toil unrecognized by man 

Be theirs eternal youth. 
In the realm of The Hereafter 

That passeth not away 
Their sorrow turned to rapture 

In God's eternal day. 
Cardinal Gibbons of Baltimore, 

And Mercier the great, 
And Albert and Elizabeth, 

Are sure of Heaven's gate. 
For they toiled for years mid pain and tear«, 

When the earth was desolate. 
And Gounod their compatriot 

They valued mighty Hellas 
As their great music grew 

And Watterson of Kentucky 
And "Old Hickory" in his prime, 

Lcimar of Mississippi, 
Father Damien sublime. 

Heard of thy Heroes Hellas 
And they celestial clime. 



In Japan-China-India aye — 

Greek culture hath a part to play 
In Africa — that vast domam: 

On Argentina's boundless plain: 
Where the Pacific rocks to rest 

The cities of the Golden West 
In every clime benealh the sun, 

The lore of Greece hath triumph won. 
And young Australia welcomes there 

The art of Greece forever fair 
Queen Victoria lived to see 

Hellenes grow powerful and free; 
And many a soul of Europe's soil 

To honor G eece for years did toll 
Countless Anthologies, there be 

Great Greece composed m praise of the«. 
Simon Bolivar, the Liberator, 

Beloved in this Western sphere, 
And Charles Skeele Palmer of Pittsburgh, 

YvTiom his Brothers love revere, — 
And Stockton the Story teller 

Who would Aesop aye amuse 
And Livingston and Stanley 

And Peary of the Cruise; 
Franklin who bottled lightning 

Great Morse who girdled the earth; 
And Cyrus Field and Edison — 

Marconi of great worth — 
These are lovers of Hellas ever 

Whatever their land or birth. 



Helen who interprets Mozart 
And that class of long ago. 
That talked and sang of Hellas 
Their names they fairly glow 
Beethoven the majestic, 

Gladstone the friend of man. 
And Theodore the citizen, 

Whose life with joy we scan 
Washington, the eternal, 

And Lincoln, surpassed by none 
And Armstrong who founded Hampton 

Shine as the steadfast sun. 
Tom Paine who loved humanity. 

Bacon, St. Augustine; 
Shakespeare, the Immortal, 

Elizabeth the Queen. 
Jennie Lind, voice of beauty. 

And Schubert the serene, 
Natalie, Isabella, 

Katherine and Dorothy. 
Robert of Elmwood Terrace, 

And the sisters near the sea, 
And the gardener from the prairie, 

Thy lovers, O Hellas be. 
The humble, silent workers 

In city, on sea and land, 
They love the lore of Hellas 

And her wisdom understand. 
But time it is too short to name 
The Philhellenes of noble fame, 
St. Terence of a later day. 
Who shall our souls for all time sway. 



Grace Dodge who founded well a work 

And Mary Lyon pioneer, 
All these were souls who did not shirk 

But faithful lived from year to year. 
O Hellas, these are but a few. 

Of Philhellenes in love with you. 
Of souls unselfish, forceful strong, 

Whose memories are embalmed in song. 
And in the centuries to be, 

Others shall rise true — wise and free 
And build upon foundations grand, 

Bequeathed by Bards of Hellas Land. 
The Constellations overhead 

Echo the lore of Hellas fair, 
The Galaxy — a river bed 
,Where flash the gems, priceless and rare. 
Hercules-Andromeda, all the sky 

Recall thy Legends bright on high; 
And Burns of Scotia is a Bard 

That Socrates would have embraced, 
Whose songs touch both the rough and hartd 

And please the purest and the chaste, 
The Quaker Poet would have claimed. 

Theocrites, a comrade sure 
And Simon Bolivar been named 

"A Hero" by Lycurgas pure, 
Young Mozart the immortal 

And Schubert, prince of song 
Have caught the mood of Orpheus — 

And to the world belong. 
Petrarch and Paderewski, 

McDowell on our shore 
Remind us of ancient Hellas 

And the glorious days of yore. 



And Emmet and Moore of Ireland, 

And Riibenstein today 
Are chords in the great choral 

That sweep the arch of day. 
Michael Angelo and Dante 

Goethe and Schiller too 
Caught fire from the art of Hellas 

And Raleigh and Spenser true. 
And Nathan Hale and Putnam 

And Ethan Allen bold, 
Will be studied alike in Hellas 

And where Oregon's tide is rolled. 
Doctor Francisco P. Moreno 

Of famous Buenos Aires, 
"The Jacob Riis of Argentine" 

Endless renown he shares, 
With the Pioneers of learning 

In this western Hemisphere. 
And whom mankind forever 

Will admire and love, revere 
And Marcus Holcomb Governor, 

Of that "famous Nutmeg State" 
And Buckingham and Lufberry 

Who smiling met his fate, 
And Alexander Agassiz 

And Artemas and Josh, 
And Garfield and McKinley, 

Toe Wheeler — Hobson, Foch, 
And Marshall Joffre the Rock 

Who broke the Huns' great shock 



Queen Elizabeth and Harriet 

Who wrote of "Uncle Tom" 
And Kossuth, the Hungarian, 

Susanna — Mother of Colomb, 
These all had traits Hellenic 

And courage, grit and grace, 
And Humanity Avith reverence 

Doth their noble actions trace. 
Corneille, the great French dramatist. 

And Nikola Tesla too, 
And John Paul Jones the hero 

With his immortal crew. 
Lord Nelson and Garabaldi. 

And Rossini and Verdi knew 
And Ellsworth and Will Carey 

Horace Babcock and Timothy Cole 
Friends and comrades and neighbors 

And bound for the self-same goal. 
And John L. Stoddard, the writer, 

And Richard H. Stoddard, the Seer, 
Tall Francis of Faribault 

Sullivan of Sherman Square. 
With Hobson of the South Land, 

Are men to do and dare, 



"Better be safe than sorry/' 
.^aid a friend on the Plain to me, 

And Solon could say 
As iBen Stedman that day 

"That's true as true can be." 
And Frank the Scholar of Norwich, 

And Hawkes in Persia far, 
And White who died at Ithica 

Each name is like a star. 
While Farragut and Napoleon 

Well Alexander knew. 
And they did their work most thoroagh. 

As all great heroes do. 
And the beloved physician 

Who lived on the winding street, 
'Doctor Dan" they called him. 

Hero of many a feat. 
Was a friend to Greek and Aliens 

Whose praises they repeat. 
And fair Modjeska, the actress 

From Poland far away. 
And Harriet Beecher Stowe, 

Wliose influence still doth stay; 
While Buddha and Confucius say 

"The Greeks how like to me" 
For nature hath a kindred touch, 

In all humanity. 



i^fayette-Beau Marchais — lEyron 

Souls we cannot ever forget; 
Charles Lamb and Victor Hugo 

How great to them our debt. 
George Eliot-Chopin-Carlyle 

That Titan grim and fine 
Goldsmith and Helen Keller, 

Add to the group benign. 
The author of "Uncle Remus" and AriaU>- 
phanes gay 

A swapping tale and song and jest. 
Charles Dudley Warner genial 

Lincoln who stood the test, 
Hamilton of Bermuda 

Kosciuszko, hero, friend 
Of Washington and Colum'bia, 

As freedom they defend 
These and a host of others 

Of Women— Children — Men 
Are Philhellenes forever, 

In the Land of Widening Ken. 
And Grant and Lee and Jackson brave 

And Sherman and Thomas grand, 
Have gained a true Elysium 

In that far off Holy Land, 
Where the Saints and Heroes of the earth 

In joyous ages live, 
And unto Christ the Eternal Son, 

Eternal honor give. 
Charles Canedy of Springfield 

And Alice who draws the bow, 



Jefferson, Franklin, Shakespeare 

And Little of La Crosse, 
Caruso the beloved, 

His passing — a world loss. 
Ililey, a faithful Philhellene, 

Our Emerson sublime, 
With his broad sympathy and love 

Of her mighty men of time. 
And William Cullen Bryant 

Whose "Thanatopsis" still 
Is an echo of Parnassus, 

The poet of thought and will. 
And Helen who wrote "Ramona" 

I met in the mighty mart 
Where the Greeks in tens of thousands 

Have anchored to not depart; 
The Academes of this Nation 

The lore of the Greeks do prize, 
And the charm of Homer's Heroes 

In the Occident never dies. 
And many a bright young Sappho 

In this western Hemisphere 
Hath sung in deathless numbers, 

Of Hellenic virtues dear. 
To write the names of the Philhellene* 

Columbia doth boast 
Is like counting the numberless pebble* 

Upon a boundless coast. 
A Philhellene beloved by me 

Was Scholar Benjamin Smith, 
Who knew the language as his own 

And did their souls of genius throne. 



Boccaclo, Chaucer, Tolstoi, 

Cervantes Great of Spain; 
Charles Dickens and John Bunyan 

And world beloved Mark Twain, 
And Joel my friend on the Prairie, 

My friend in the crowded mart, 
As kind as the May Day sunshine, 

A man with a big warm heart; 
And Zoroaster and Calvin 

And "Peter the Hermit" be 
But blossoms bright and wondrous 

On Life's Eternal tree, 
Pocohantas — Hiawatha, 

And Minnehaha fair, 
And Techumseh and Achilles 

Have met as comrades there. 
Rare Evangeline, the beautiful and true. 

With her long lost lover, 
They both discover 

An Acadia endless, new. 
And she who the first message sent 

That thrilled the world across the wire, 
"What hath God Wrought," The continent. 

It crosses — that unseen flash of fire 
Charlemagne and Charles Martel 

Alfred the Great, and those 
Who as Crusaders sought the shrine 

Ot the iGreat Christ Divine, 



And we hear our parents' voices 

PYom the Immemorial Past 
As they speak of the Greek Immortals, 

And tlieir achievements vast. 
And the Brothers we see beside us 

Before that fireside fire, 
And we hear the songs of Hellas 

And the sounds of the flute and lyre, 
For Hellas hath a future 

And her Bards and Seers to be, 
Shall still augment her glory 

The Queen of the Inland Sea. 
And Columbus studied thy mystic lore 

Before lie came to Cuba's shore. 
And Irving on the Hudson 

And Scott of the wizard pen, 
Would have been comrades of Herodatus 

And Plutarch of wide ken. 
Bret Harte of California, 

And the Argonauts of that time, 
And lillian Whiting of Boston 

Ever the lover of Hellas 
Hark back to the age of Jason 

And that voyage so sublime; 
And our daring aviators 

Wlio flew above the clouds, 
I hear the praise of coming days 

As "Old Glory" their dust enshroudi. 



A.nd Mildred Rita come to bless- 

The genial ])ii titer's boine 
In the Days of Davitt- and Whittlesey 

Who in Paradise now roam. 

Father Conlin, Pastor of Huly Name 

And Father Kinnerty too 
They speak the speech of Hellas 

And well their work they do. 
And Arthur ot Arizona 

Will Baker ot the Y 
\nd Linda-Nurse ot Camp MacAtbnr 

Belong to the Tribe of Try. 
Mary who nursed in far off France 

The wounded Heroes Grand 
They loved to see her smiling face 
"The Rose of No Man's Land." 

And the Boys who crossed the water 
The Lads who manned the Ships 

Their glory glows on History's Page 
That no Future can eclipse. 

Such are Thy Philhellenes- O Greee« 
Of the Present and days of yore. 

O Lord- for all these Noble SouIb- 
We love Thee- and adore. 



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